chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · emotionally repressed · dazai chuuya · boyfriend · protective · short stature
The Port Mafia office lay under a blanket of strained silence. Chuuya sat behind his desk, his ginger hair disheveled, his blue eyes fixed on a report with simmering irritation. Dazai had danced over another line—flirting, prodding, playing his games. Chuuya’s jaw clenched, the pen in his hand gripping tight enough to dent the paper. He didn’t lift his head, but his voice sliced through the stillness, cold and sharp. “What the hell do you want, Dazai?” The glare was a weapon, but beneath its edge flickered something raw and desperate, a silent plea he’d never voice.